#mr love queens choice x reader | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

night-chant · 11 months

Text

Temporary Trouble, Permanent Promise (MLQC One-Shot)

Hello hello greetings it’s me :) Thank you @krishastumblernow for this request! I hope you like it!! It is really refreshing and fun talking about MLQC and Lucien with you :))) He is such an interesting love interest (To this day, I still have no idea what goes on in his mind lool)

Featuring: Lucien x afab reader

Word Count: 3103

Summary: Lucien observed that you were in deep thought again, lost in your own world. Fortunately, he had methods to bring you back into his arms and to ensure that nothing would steal you away from him again.

Warnings: 18+ (minors do not interact please! I beg)

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------

The late afternoon sky was clear and beautiful but why was your mind not feeling the same way?

Last week, Anna and Kiki were snooping into your love life for the umpteenth time ever since they had spotted your frequent visits to the university carrying pastries that they craved so badly.

“I knew the gardenia bouquet was from Professor Lucien!” Kiki squealed at the occupied vase on your desk.

You sighed. “Anna, please tell me you don’t take part in office gossip too.”

She managed a sheepish smile. “But how has he been treating you? You've been together for almost a year now. How many dates have you gone on?”

With your mysterious boyfriend, a coincidental encounter often ended up as one. It was kind of hard to link a number with that. Wait, why were you even entertaining Anna’s question?

“What is this, an interrogation?” you asked in a huff, hoping they did not catch the waver in your voice. “It doesn’t matter. We haven’t really gone on one for a while now.”

Anna contemplated that scrap of information. “That makes sense. It is students’ midterm season afterall and who knows what sort of complicated research he could be working on? It was so hard to even arrange a time for him to be our consultant for the next show.”

Kiki pinched your cheek as you wrung a magazine tightly. “Don’t worry! He made time to send flowers for you. I’m sure another date will be set or I’m gonna make sure of it! Maybe some sort of amusement park, the beach or maybe Netflix and chill---”

You bonked her head with the rolled-up magazine. “I thought I gave you enough proposals to draft up to keep you busy, Kiki!”

Anna hastily steered Kiki away before the list could become more inappropriate for a workplace environment.

“Fine! Fine! Just make sure he is not dating his work instead!” Kiki called back, her last words echoing in your mind.

***

The click of silverware broke the trance and brought you back to the cafe where you sat across from your boyfriend in a secluded table at the corner away from the lively chatter.

“It seems like you have stirred your drink into a little caffeinated whirlpool,” Lucien said, amusement evident across his lips.

Instantly, you dropped the slim spoon, spilling droplets of lukewarm coffee over your fingers. “Ah! Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.”

“First at my lecture and now here. What am I going to do with my silly girl?” Feigning a helpless sigh, Lucien gestured for your hand. His dark bangs hung low as he concentrated on patting a napkin across your skin.

You scowled. “You mean your 8 o’clock lecture.”

“Hm, perhaps I need to resort to other methods that will keep your eyes on me.” He brought your hand to his lips and kissed it tenderly, silencing your grumbling. Lucien’s sensual purple eyes did not break contact with yours as his tongue swiped over the last drop of coffee on your skin.

You drew your hand away before anyone nearby would notice. “H-Hey!”

Lucien let out a chuckle with his smiling eyes. He would snatch every single opportunity he got just to see your face burn pink. It didn’t help how easy it was for him either. No matter how much you prepared for his sudden attacks, he would always manage to surprise you, whether it was when he prepared dinner with you or when he laid beside you in bed.

Just like the sly fox he was.

Lucien adjusted the sleeves of his dress shirt before leaning forward. “Well, now that I have your undivided attention, why don’t you tell me what is on your mind, Kris?”

Despite his ever-attentive nature, you weren’t afraid to try to escape, undiscovered. “Nothing worth noting,” you simply said, fidgeting with strands of your hair under his scrutiny.

He raised an eyebrow. “Is that so? I would not consider it ‘nothing’ if it stole your attention from me --- not once but twice today.”

If he stared a moment longer, you might’ve caved in. His dark overcoat hung over his chair but it easily reminded you of his long white lab coat, of his status as a professor, neuroscientist---heck, even as a consultant. They all reminded you of his duties, responsibilities and surely as a result, the inevitable workload.

Instead, you grabbed your cup and downed the last of your coffee as you hastily shrugged into your coat. “I-It really doesn’t matter. Let’s go home.”

Studying your every move, Lucien let you put his coat over him and drag him out of the cafe in silence.

***

The bright red and orange leaves swirled through the cool breeze down the streets of Loveland City. The calling geese soared across the sunset toward the direction of the south. The scenery did its best to distract you but it was too late.

Suddenly, a warm hand held yours and you looked up at Lucien, whose eyes were unreadable. You two stopped walking in the middle of the vacant walkway by the river, barely able to hear the calls of the geese that were now so far away so quickly.

“Something is troubling your mind,” Lucien insisted, reaching for your other hand, shielding them both from the frigid air. “I can’t help but seek the answers to your worries.” He managed a tender smile. “Your scowl is endearing but I prefer your lovely smile the most.”

His quiet, pleading eyes were going to be the death of you. You couldn’t help but smile the smile he cherished above all. It encapsulated the innocence that he would do anything to preserve from the crooked world. He was patient, caring, and intelligent. Maybe, just maybe, it would be unreasonable to turn away from his offer of support.

“I’ve been just thinking . . .” you began but trailed off, fidgeting with his hands that were much larger than you own.

“An awful lot, unfortunately.”

You held your gaze with his. “Y-You’re not dating your work, are you?”

For a long moment, Lucien did not speak. The breeze was tousling his stubbornly straight hair, rustling his long coat, and rippling the waves of the river. His eyes narrowed as he analyzed your expression as if it was a complex thesis.

Then he let out a soft laugh.

“So you’ve been scowling all day and lost in your thoughts all because you convinced yourself that I am unfaithful to my dear girlfriend?”

Sheepishly, you rubbed your arm. “Now that you phrased it like that, it really does sound silly.” When he tried to suppress his chuckle, you pouted. “Okay, now you’re making fun of me.”

You were about to turn away, but he caught your wrist.

“Now, now, there’s no need to turn from me. I still need you so.”

“No, you don’t. You need your work more,” you said but you couldn’t stop the small smile forming when he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind.

He buried his face into the crook of your neck, nudging your scarf aside with his chin until his lips had access to your bare skin. You giggled against his insistent kisses, squirming from the cold.

“Although I admit I have been busier than usual,” he mused, “it was to ensure that my weekend is free. My weekends are always reserved for you. I will make time for you no matter what.” He turned you around, the last rays of sunlight gleaming against his deep purple gaze. “However, I can’t read your mind, so you will have to let me know what your heart desires from me.” He leaned close to your ear. “And I will provide whatever way I can.”

You blinked, your senses sharpened at his soothing voice and determined devotion. When you didn’t respond, Lucien caressed your hands again. “Ah, it seems like I have not convinced my silly girl.” Before you could protest, he pulled you along, resuming the interrupted stroll down the waterway. “What shall I ever do with you?”

***

There were wonderful perks of dating your next-door neighbour. It almost felt like you were living together, judging by how often you visited each other for simple domestic reasons. You would drop by to water Lucien’s plants, especially since he had convinced you that they grew vibrantly whenever you were around. He would invite you over for dinner after you two went grocery shopping the day before. Sometimes, you two would share coffee on separate balconies, both leaning on the railing, subconsciously, trying to be close even in the early morning.

Tonight, Lucien triumphed as he proposed to invite you over before you could offer the same yourself. I will beat him next time, you promised to yourself as he motioned you inside. You removed your thick coat, deeply sighing into the comforting warmth of Lucien’s apartment, the scent of cinnamon and lavender wafted to you. You started wandering down the hallway, failing to notice how he was locking the door and flipping the latch over the door frame with his eyes trained on your figure, as if the great big fox finally cornered the oblivious rabbit.

“I left some lettuce in your fridge yesterday,” you mused as you stretched your arms over your head, realizing how stiff you had gotten because of the filming sessions lately. “Maybe we can start with that for dinner. Mm, what goes well with lettuce?” No answer. “Lucien?”

Unfortunately, your momentarily raised arms left you vulnerable as a strong pair of arms wrapped around your waist. Lucien pressed his nose along the side of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent. This did not seem to be the same Lucien as the one at the walkway. This time, a lingering presence of possession hovered in the air.

“Wait, Lucien??” You tried to squirm out of his grasp, but it was futile against his strength. He always wore that flowing lab coat, making you forget how much muscle was hidden from plain sight. Although your heart was racing, his warmth was soothing as if determined to alleviate the initial panic. “W-What are you doing?”

You could feel Lucien hum against your exposed skin. His soft hair brushing your cheek as his hands began drifting upwards. “I have drawn my conclusions,” he murmured in your ear. “I know what I shall do with you.”

Lucien’s voice was too close to your sensitive ear. He tightened his embrace when you weakly struggled again. “Are you trying to run away from me? After your accusation of my unfaithfulness?” He sighed. “You are truly cruel.”

“I-Is that what this is all about? I wasn’t! That was not what I meant to do!” you protested as you looked over your shoulder, only to find his amused smile and darkening eyes.

You pouted, frustrated you still fell for it. “Hey, you’re just teasing me! Again!” You were about to call him some creative names but his lips met yours, silencing your train of thought in an instant.

Little did you know that you had always managed to turn such a tranquil professor into a competitive madman with your unintentional provocations. You still thought he was just teasing you even when his hands were all over your body, from tracing your collarbone to squeezing your inner thighs? He’d make sure you retract your words. As every second passed, the gentleness of the kiss slowly but surely became more passionate and dominating, revealing his inner desire.

You were beginning to feel light-headed and tugged at his sleeve, hoping to take a very much needed breath of air. However, Lucien was insistent that you learn your lesson for doubting the true extent of his love for you, as nothing was more of a priority than his own queen. He yearned for your lips more than he ever yearned for air. His greedy hands craved to feel you more intimately than your clothes were allowing him.

By the time you were able to successfully push his broad shoulders away to breathe, you realized your back was not pressed against his chest anymore, but on a soft comforter instead. Lucien had discarded his overcoat long ago and he was loosening his tie. The blue moonlight streaming through the translucent curtains emphasized his defined biceps and abdomen as he threw his dress shirt behind him.

Lucien was towering over you on his bed, his arms at both sides of your face and his knee between your thighs. Slowly, he stroked your silky hair from your face. His distinct scent surrounded you, overwhelming your senses as it engulfed your own.

Feeling self-conscious, you tried to turn your head to the side to break the intense stare but his slender index finger halted your meek attempt.

“There’s no need to be shy anymore,” Lucien murmured. “It is just the two of us.” The lightning of frustration had long vanished from your veins. Your heartbeat echoed in your ears, praying to survive his abundant hunger for you.

Yet your thighs pressed against his leg, your body was instinctively willing to appease his demands.

Lucien ran his lips across your neck, his soft breath fanning over your sensitive skin. “I love you so much, more than anything,” he whispered. “Why won’t you believe me? What must I do to convince such a stubborn heart?”

You made a feeble attempt to pull your sweater off but to no avail with the position you found yourself in, trapped in your boyfriend’s possessive grasp.

“I don’t hear an answer.” Delight creeped into his voice. “I can’t read minds, silly. Tell me what you desire.”

You couldn’t help but let out a whimper, not knowing you ignited a darker desire deep within Lucien. He was being so unfair. With your glossy eyes and small pout, you said, “Please, help me, Professor. It feels too warm.”

One second, your body felt stuffy in thick cotton. The next second, cool air rushed over your chest and stomach. You gasped, almost missing the sound of ripping from your sweater. Hasty fingers pulled your long skirt and tights off, leaving them to pool below your dangling feet. Lucien pressed his toned chest over yours, shielding you from the autumn chill before it could rob your body of warmth.

“Is that all?” he prompted as you squirmed for any sort of friction but he remained still, awaiting your words.

You whined as you clawed your straps off your shoulders. “It’s still too hot, please, take it all off.”

“As you wish.”

Lucien kissed your shoulder as he unclipped and slipped your bra off, caressing your chest, a bit rougher than expected. You whined again and he couldn’t help but chuckle at your impatience. Yanking your undergarment away, he was about to give you another hungry kiss, but you put your palm over his firm chest. His eyes darkened at your sudden refusal yet his smile indicated he was very much entertained by your trembling movements.

“And what else must I do to win your affections, my dear?” Lucien asked, his steady tone almost couldn’t hide his wild instincts to ravish you completely. Then, he felt your thighs shifting against his dress pants. He let out a chuckle. The ringing of his brass buckle and rustling as he removed the rest of his clothes felt much louder in his usually silent bedroom.

As Lucien was slowly pushing himself in you, you hummed with pleasure. “Faster, Lucien,” you pleaded. Despite the contrasting size difference, you didn’t care. You wanted all of him now. Your welcoming arms felt so inviting as he was pulled right on top of you suddenly, eliciting a groan from him due to your tightness. You let out a moan as you felt the friction you craved from his steady thrusts.

As Lucien marked you with multiple lovebites over your throat and chest, your fingers ran through his hair, dishevelling it into something that was sin to professionalism. He was panting, his pale complexion becoming rosy as you kept moaning his name, desperate for his full attention.

Satisfied with the dozen marks, he gave you a passionate kiss, his lustful tongue meeting yours. As you sucked on his in such a shy yet nevertheless seductive way, his thrusts against you grew more erratic.

“Ah Lucien~” you mewled, clawing your dainty nails deep into his broad back while your limp legs jolted around with his every thrust. “P-Please more~”

Your constant pleads seemed to paint you into the insatiable one but his quickening, deep thrusts said otherwise. Lucien could not break the kiss and his unyielding embrace around you.

Suddenly, the inevitable tension within you grew impossibly tight until you reached your high, eyes slowly unfocusing. Your raw moans for Lucien were muffled by his deep, eager kisses as he continued thrusting in, extending the euphoric feeling.

With your remaining strength, you wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist before you rocked yourself against him. A deep rumble arose from his chest. You broke the kiss (much to his dismay) before you pressed your lips against his ear: “I love you so very much, Lucien.”

The gentle sincerity and the purity of your sweet voice squeezed his pounding heart, driving him over the edge. He groaned against the crook of your neck as you felt the thick and warm sensation deep in your core. Slowly, it started to trickle down your thighs as well.

Neither of you moved from your position as you both gathered your laboured breaths finally. You combed your fingers through Lucien’s hair and he nuzzled against your neck, scattering butterfly kisses across your marked skin.

“I love you more than you will ever know,” your boyfriend murmured, more to himself. He never told you how deep he had fallen for you. He never registered emotions that were this strong in nature before he had met you again after so many years apart. It felt like he fell into an endless abyss, in the realm of the unknown yet there was a sense of comfort indescribable every time you smiled at him.

You pressed your lips onto his forehead to break his trance before craning over to check the clock. “Are you hungry yet? There is still some time to make a quick dinn---Ah, Lucien!”

Before you could get far, his hand pinned your wrists over your head on the mattress. “Yes,” he said, leering at your confused state. “As a matter of fact, I am still very hungry for someone.” Before you could retort against his unreasonableness, he nipped at your ear. “I have reserved my entire weekend to prove my devotion for you, remember? I don’t want to waste any of it until I have thoroughly convinced you with my evidence.”

----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Please take my offer of the second smut I’ve written -- I hope you enjoyed it :))

Masterlist

#I want to be his student so badddd pleeasee #mr love lucien #xu mo #love and producer #mr love queen's choice #mlqc #mlqc lucien #mlqc x reader #mlqc scenario #mlqc smut #mlqc fanfic #anime smut #anime romance #mlqc headcanons

91 notes · View notes

lordsisterxotome · 2 years

Text

A Poor Substitute (Victor x Reader)

Fandom: Mr. Love Queen’s Choice

Pairing: Victor x Reader

Prompt: Phone sex | Wet dreams & “Prove to me that you deserve this.”

Warning: Smut! Minors DNI!!!🔞 Mutual masturbation | Phone sex | Voice kink | Praise kink | Dirty talk

Intended Audience: Female Audience

Word Count: 2125

Ko-fi: Click here to support me on ko-fi!<3

Author’s Note: Day 3 of @xxsycamore‘s Visions of Temptation event! I woke up with a sore throat this morning but luckily my one class of the day was canceled so I didn’t have to go out sick.

Tag list: @yesmarsx @nad-zeta @kisara-16 @cheese-ception @cailann @vespeshadowmoon @ravenarld @juminly @wonderwrench @cilokgoang @ikesimp100 @niphredil-14 @otome-and-fanfiction @ichigostellaglynn @crystal13unny

If you would like to be added to the tag list, please fill out this form.

Drawing up your knees, you reached between your legs with trembling fingers, sucking in a sharp breath when they brushed your swollen clit. Your teeth caught your bottom lip, worrying the flesh as you teased the bud, increasing the pressure with each rub.

You’d been so pent-up all day, it was embarrassing. Victor was gone for a week and you went sex-crazed? Ridiculous. You had grown too accustomed to his affection, which demanded he push you to the point of insanity with his tongue or cock whenever he could.

When he’d left, he’d asked if you would be able to handle yourself until his return, a stupid, teasing smirk on his stupid, beautiful face. You’d wanted to smack him and kiss the living daylights out of him at the same time, but now you just wanted him with you in this bed, his fingers between your legs instead of your own.

The mere memory of his fingers was enough to make you moan. His were so much thicker than yours, so much longer. Victor played your body like an instrument, drawing music from your lips and wet from your depths. He reached places inside of you you hadn’t known existed, making you gasp and writhe in the warmth and safety of his hold as you reached climax after climax until you were absolutely spent.

You imagined those moments now as you sank a finger into your core, trying and failing to imagine that it was his. Your chest heaved with frustrated arousal, hardened nipples straining against the fabric of your bra. Whining, you pumped the finger a few times before adding another, scissoring yourself. Two fingers of your opposite hand circled your clit, teasing the bud as you rolled your hips into your hand.

You sighed as the pulse deep in your belly began to strengthen, heat seeping into your veins. It wasn’t nearly as much pleasure as what Victor gave you with a mere brush of his fingers, but it was enough to take the edge off as you slowly worked yourself towards your climax.

A sudden buzzing made you startle, eyes that you hadn’t realized closed shooting open and hands flying to either side of you as you bolted upright. Your eyes found your phone, ringing where it sat charging on your nightstand. Groaning, you ignored it, brows furrowing as you lay back and replaced your hands between your legs. You set a fast pace, rubbing hard in an attempt to drown out the phone’s impatient buzzing.

After what felt like forever it stopped…only to start up again a moment later. You snarled this time, cursing whoever had distracted you from your pleasure once more. Again the buzzing stopped, and again it started a few seconds later. With an annoyed huff, you tore your fingers from yourself. Laying limp across your bed, you exhaled a slow breath, taking a moment to accept the fact that your arousal had evaporated before snatching the phone off the nightstand and ripping the charger out in the process.

In your frustration, you didn’t bother to look at the caller ID, a mistake as, before you could even get a word out, a booming voice asked, “You were touching yourself, weren’t you?”

Victor - the object of all your desires and frustrations - had such impeccable timing.

“Hello to you too,” you muttered, clamping your thighs together against the embarrassing rush of arousal that flooded you at the sound of his voice. You really were ridiculous.

“Tell me.” The tone of his voice, deep and husky, brooked no lenience. Even so, there was something strained to his cadence, something you hardly recognized but that made you pause a moment before you answered slowly, “…Yes.”

A groan echoed through the receiver, making your breath catch and your pussy flutter. One sound had no business being so sexy. “Are-are you…?” The words came out higher and breathier than you meant them to. Something in your brain broke at the idea of Victor in the same position as you, just as desperate, just as needy for the other’s touch.

“Yes,” he answered, “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

“Only all day?” you tried to laugh, but you could feel a moan bubbling in your chest. Your pussy was already wetter listening to his voice alone than it had been when you were fingering yourself. What a traitor.

Victor growled, the sound making you whimper as you wriggled against your pillows, legs spreading once more. “What were you doing before I called?”

“Fingering myself,” you confessed.

“How many?” Heavens above, his voice could shake mountains to their foundations - that’s what you thought as you covered your mouth to stifle your needful cry, pussy clenching around nothing.

“Two,” you answered shakily. Your fingers brushed through your swollen folds, the electric fissures you’d been looking for before all too happy to emerge at your touch with Victor’s rough breathing in your ear. “But it’s not you.”

He chuckled, the sound warming you from the inside out. “I keep imagining it’s your mouth or your pussy around my cock instead of my hand.” The warmth you felt turned molten at the thought that he was just as starved for you as you were for him, pleasuring himself to thoughts of you. “But it’s not you.”

The image of him, naked and flushed, muscles straining as he took his heavy, weeping cock into his hand, made you breathless, tiny mewls and gasps escaping as your fingers circled your opening. You imagined the pre-cum that would be beading at the tip of his thick head, the pulsing vein that ran along the underside, the slight curve of the staff. A burst of heat soaked your fingers, back arching into the bed beneath you as they slipped into your slick heat.

“Are your fingers in that tight pussy?”

You shivered, feeling his voice in your bones as you gasped an eager “Yes!” Setting the phone to speaker, you used your newly freed hand to grope your breast, teasing your hardened nipple through the lacy fabric of your bra. “I wish you were here.”

He was silent for a moment, long enough that you thought you’d lost connection, and then he commanded, “On your knees.”

You nearly knocked the phone off the bed in your scramble to do as he said. Each breath came rapid as you rolled onto your knees, keeping your upper body pressed to the bed and widening your knees. Your arousal dripped down your inner thighs in this position, making you shiver at the exposure it brought. How could you be so unseemly wet when he hadn’t even touched you?

“Have you done as I asked?”

The rumble of his voice, deep and smooth as honey, made you shudder. “Yes.”

Even so far away, you felt his smirk, felt the phantom imprint of it against your skin. “Good girl.” A shuffling sound reached your ears and you wiggled uncomfortably as you waited for his instruction. Closing your eyes, you tried to imagine your lover was there with you, his breath fanning over your skin rather than finding you through a phone receiver. You remembered the feel of his body against yours, pressing against your back, his cock nudging you open…

“Two fingers inside.” The sudden, harsh words made you jolt. “Use your other hand on your clit.” He spoke with all the authority of the CEO he was, ordering your pleasure as if it was his right.

A little shifting and shuffling found your hands tucked between your legs, your toes curling against the comforter as you did as he said. Two fingers disappeared inside of you again, two other fingers tracing circles into the swollen bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs.

“Done,” you breathed, slowly beginning to thrust those digits in and out of your throbbing heat. The embarrassment you’d felt before as you’d tried and failed to get yourself off evaporated, replaced by a blank-eyed lust as you fingered yourself. “What…What are you doing?”

“Jerking myself,” came his grunted reply, and you shivered, biting your lip against the smirk that threatened to unfurl. Was it possible that Victor was worse off than you? You always thought you were the more attached one in the relationship, but maybe Victor was just better at hiding it. “God, your pussy is always so tight around me, squeezing me,” he huffed. If you listened closely you thought you could hear it, the slap of his hand around his erection, pumping himself.

“You’re so much bigger than my fingers,” you whined, straining to reach the places inside of you he always did. You remembered the first time you and Victor had made love, how he’d had to stretch you and ease you open with his tongue and fingers before he would even consider putting his dick in you. “What else?”

“You always milk the cum out of me so well. Your cunt is always so hungry for it.” That made you blush, pussy clenching down on your fingers as if in agreement. It was true; you loved it when Victor came inside of you, begging for it as he fucked you closer and closer to your orgasm. You loved how close it made you feel, how tenderly he would hold you even as his hips ploughed into you mercilessly.

Still, you buried your face into your pillow, cheeks burning with a vicious blush. You were only masturbating on the phone with him, but hearing him praise you so freely was unusual. It made your heart flutter and your knees weak.

A long moan peeled from your lips, too loud in the too big space of your bedroom. You hadn’t realized how much space Victor’s presence took up until now, how he filled your everything so not a single part of you wasn’t marked with him. Your fingers moved faster as you rocked your hips into your hand. You knew he could hear each gasp, each mewl and cry. You wanted him to hear it, wanted to pet the ego that knew he could make you feel good, could make you cum to the thought of him.

“Victor,” you mewled. Your fingers slipped through the copious amount of wet your body was producing, your back arching and your knees spreading a little more in a useless presentation to a lover who wasn’t there. “I want to cum so bad.”

“Prove it to me,” he growled, curls of heat licking through your lower belly. “Prove to me that you deserve this, that you deserve to cum.”

“I need it! Baby, please!” You were so close, so close to obtaining the relief that had eluded you all week. “It hurts without you! I need your cock, your fingers, your tongue!”

“I know, darling.” His heavy breathing filled your senses, and you swore you could smell him, something of the taste of his skin on your tongue. “Such a good girl. Won’t you cum for me? Make those pretty noises for me to remember until I get back?” he coaxed, and your walls contracted, warning you, urging you on.

“I’m close,” you gasped, mewling with each plunge of your fingers. “Victor!”

“Cum, baby.” A part of your brain connected the strain in his voice with his own climax, with the way his defined abs would be tensing right now, his body curving around the pulsating dick in his hand.

You spasmed, crying his name at the same time that milky white spurted from the reddened tip, his seed gone to waste where it painted his thick thighs and pooled on his stomach. Collapsing onto your comforter, you lay boneless in the wake of the orgasm coursing through your limbs. Satisfaction, warm and fuzzy, settled in your abdomen.

Only one thing could have completed your happiness.

“I miss you,” you murmured, taking the phone off speaker in order to hear his voice more closely.

“I love you,” he answered, his voice soft as it only was when he said those three words, and your heart melted as you whispered the words back.

“Are you going to sleep now?”

“Mhm.” Rising on legs that were just stable enough to carry you to your bathroom, you cleaned yourself up, pulling on your fluffiest pajamas when you were done. “You?”

“I have a few emails to send.” That was your Victor, ever-dedicated to his work. The thought brought a smile to your face. “I couldn’t focus on them before.”

“Sleep soon.” Flopping back into bed, you pulled the blankets around you, cocooning yourself and trying to preserve the afterglow of your orgasm. “I’m waiting here for you.”

You could hear the smile in his voice as he answered, “Sweet dreams. I’ll be home soon.”

#visionsoftemptation2022 #mlqc #mlqc smut #mlqc victor x reader #mlqc victor #mr love queen's choice #mr love queen's choice victor #mr love queen’s choice victor x reader #otome #otome x reader #romance #smut

155 notes · View notes

yourssinfullyquiche · 9 months

Text

In the heat they feel…(D, no.29)

Hello, all you beautiful people🥰 A highly suggestive drabble, but again to be safe R18+, MDNI Hope you enjoy~

Prompt 34 & 35: a kiss on the shoulder blade and on the space between the shoulder blades

Gavin x F!reader

Electric. It’s buzzing through their veins, intoxicating their minds. Tender heat and need at the forefront of their hazy thoughts. She stays unmoving, hands gripping the desk, broken, airy breaths from her lips.

He teases her, thrusting into her a little and she lets out a shaky breath, knuckles now white. This isn’t their first time, yet there’s something inexplicably intense: the ardent intimacy they feel when he’s sheathed fully inside her walls and when she feels so incredibly full with him.

Something about being skin to skin with one another, the heat that surrounds them and the jolt of excitement they feel when it rushes through them. It all connects her to him and him to her, when they are near but far. Other than teasing her with a few thrusts which earn him breathy moans and whimpers, and him groaning huskily when she clenches tightly around him as payback for the teases, they do nothing further.

There are always kisses. Some he presses on her shoulder blades, others on the space between the two bones. Some she turns around a little to capture his lips in deep kisses. But other than that, they do nothing further but bask in the heat radiating from their skin.

A/N: Thank you for reading❤️ OK people, there's one final drabble left. After that I'll be concluding my series of Gavin's B-day drabbles（￣︶￣）↗　

Delve into my world

Taglist: @purple-cat-demon @rinharu-purple (if you want to join my taglist, please visit my blog and click the link available on my pinned post)

37 notes · View notes

jeex02 · 10 months

Text

Crying cause hes so cute 🗿🥹🤲💞

Anyways have some cute drunk vic fluff too

(Not profread and a year old 🧍‍♂️🏃)

Victor ended up being roped into drinking with some buisness patners. He ends up drunk somehow? *cough* whereisyourhightolerance. Anyways Goldman drops him of at home. Victor is leaning all his weight on goldman, poor guy. You open the door for him and try to help him inside and hes just like "excuse me dont touch me i have a wife" and you just let go and he somehow ends up walking into a wall and you just tease him about being drunk and hes just like??? After he figures out that he needs help he lets you guide him to the couch at least. Then he starts being like "what are you doing in my house? Where is my wife?" You walk out of the room and bring back some water to sober him up and then just tell him that you are his wife and he just stares in disbelive. Wispers to himself "im one lucky man" *insert drunk victor smile* you chuckle at his attidude and he just scoffs. He also argues with you about not wanting to sleep yet and wanting to stay looking at you. In the end you somehow manage to get him to lay down... He falls asleep on the couch while listening to you talk. The next day he just has an headache and is forced to stay at home by you. Me grumpy all day long. (Pfff Also you calling him a dummy under your breath while he drunk Cause damn he is )

Anyways he probably also still remembers everything cause yes he was drunk but dude has high tolerance??? Pls immagine him remembering that he said that you shouldnt touch him cause he has a wife to you (his wife) and he just *boom red* every time he remembers (would die from being flustered af if you continued to tease him about what he said the next day)

#mlqc victor x reader #mlqc victor #mr love victor #mr love queen's choice #mlqc fanfic

27 notes · View notes

kazuyaasai-serenaspencerli · 1 year

Text

The morning sunrise hits upon your face, making you squint when you open your eyes. Sitting up, you yawn and turn to look beside you. And there he is, sleeping peacefully by your side. A smile forms on your lips as you shift more closer to him. Disheveled hair, calm breathing, his peaceful expression while sleeping. This image of his is stuck inside your head.

How lucky I am to be by your side... You mutter.

Your fingers reaches out and gently stroke his cheek and gave him a soft peck at the tip of his nose

"Good morning, love".

༻ ♡ ♡ ♡ ༺

MORNING

༻ ♡ ♡ ♡ ༺

PLAYLIST | MASTERLIST

#mlqc gavin #mlqc victor #mlqc kiro #mlqc lucien #mr love #mr love queen's choice #mr love victor #mlqc #mr love gavin #mlqc shaw #mr love shaw #mr love lucien #s/o #reader x ml #unedited #Kaz's povs

46 notes · View notes

dollyyyhouse · 1 year

Text

I absolutely can not decide if I wanna comeback with a smut or angst fic... Or maybe both? 😈 Is Yuna gonna comeback with Obey me angst, or smut for another fandom? Nobody knows!!! (I'm losing my sanity)

44 notes · View notes

pumpkin-patch-cat · 7 months

Text

Mirror Mirror

Gavin x !FemReader drabble I've sat on for entirely too long.

A/n: Pardon any grammatical errors!

Warnings: Language and implied intimacy.

"You'll catch cold if you keep coming out in the rain like that, Officer." You smiled warily at the man standing across your room. In his hand, a towel moved swiftly to dry his damp, chesnut hair; a direct result of the current downpour battering your patios' surface outside of your apartment.

"Eh, I've been caught in worse. Besides, I wanted to see you. Hope that's okay?" One golden eye peered at you from beneath a corner of the towel. All you could do was smile.

"Of course."

That made him grin, too.

"Your papers there seem to have gotten wet too. Work stuff?" You pointed out.

Gavin nodded and sighed before draping the towel over his shoulders. He too glanced at the pile of damp papers and folders he reluctantly brought with him.

"I didn't want to, but this case is really giving me a hard time. We can't seem to catch a lead, but I know we're close. I just needed a break, but I figured I'd pick them up while I was here at some point..." Gavin trailed off with his brows furrowed, seemingly lost in thought while you watched on from your place at your desk, subconsciously admiring the man clad in a black t-shirt, grey sweats and white socks.

'He works so hard... yet still makes time for me.'

Feeling your cheeks flush, you immediately turned back to face your own mountain of work. Gavin moved to the side of the bed, opening a couple of folders.

"I hate to do this, but since you're busy yourself..." he continued. "...mind if I take a look at these before I pull my hair out?"

The laughter on his voice was evident, but you knew he was determined. That's just how Gavin was. You glanced back at him and shook your head.

"Gavin, fighting!" You gave him a thumbs up, to which he replied with a wink, then flopped on your bed.

Within the hour, silence had engulfed the room aside from the pitter patter of rain, soft grunts and the occasional frustrated groan from the cop who sat completely surrounded by paperwork and folders atop the bed.

You weren't sure when, but all the words on your laptop screen had started to run together the longer you read on. Scripts, proposals, a group chat with Anna, Willow, Kiki and Minor, a handful of emails - including one very condescending email from a certain LFG CEO, which you lacked the energy to deal with right now.

You rolled your eyes, practically begging for mental reprieve when the reflection in your small, desktop mirror caught your attention.

Behind you, Gavin still sat on your bed, only he had reclined back with one arm resting behind his head against your headboard and held a single sheet of paper in his other hand. His one leg lazed off the side of the bed while the other was folded beneath it.

You tilted your head in awe, admiring how statuesque the man looked, especially with his shirt riding up over his lower stomach, giving you a nice view of his abdominal V. You chewed your pen top.

Without him noticing, you continued to observe quietly. Each time he shifted, you swore his sweats slipped lower on his hips.

'Did he take his boxers off when he changed...?'

You swallowed hard at the thought.

From his position on the bed and how he held the paper, Gavin couldn't see the building curiosity in the your eye as you watched on through the mirror - or so you thought anyways.

Paper still in hand, Gavin yawned and stretched, allowing his shirt to ride up higher, practically giving you a half view of the bottom row of his abs. You nearly choked.

'Fuck, what am I doing? Focus, girl!' You cursed to yourself upon averting your eyes, completely missing the smirk that graced Gavin's features. He wasn't usually one to tease, but your reactions were simply too cute to pass up. What else could he do?

Reaching for a new set of papers, simply to look busy, Gavin changed positions. This time, he slouched a little further down on the bed, his folded knee now bent up straight, body now angled a bit toward you while supported on his elbow. He kept his gaze downward at the text in hand while his free hand played with the drawstrings of his sweats just below his navel.

With your efforts proving futile, your gaze had succumbed to the silent call of his reflection in the mirror where you resumed watching the show.

Feeling your eyes on him once again, Gavin's slim fingers had "absentmindedly" began to toy with the hem of his shirt where before long it was lifted slightly to reveal another row of perfectly sculpted abs; his fingers grazing over them slowly.

You dropped your pen and shifted awkwardly in your seat, causing the chair to creak loudly. This time, Gavin looked up, nearly catching you in the act.

"You good over there...?" Mild concern and amusement graced his features, but he hid it well while awaiting your answer.

"...ahem, fine fine....just fine. Work just being a pain is all. Nothing new..." You did your best to keep your voice steady and spoke with your back turned.

'Breathe, breaaaathee'

"Ah...take a break if it gets to be too much." He chided as a matter of factly

"Hmm, you too..."

You quickly composed yourself to the best of your ability, refusing to succumb again. However, the subject in the mirror had other plans.

The reflection stretched again, only this time he stretched in such a way that allowed for the perfect outline of something...interesting...to show at the front of his sweats.

'Oh...my...fuck'

You shifted again in your chair, unsure if somehow the rain from outside had managed to soak your panties.

Your sudden, odd movements allowed him to catch the exact moment your gaze switched back to the mirror where he greeted you with a silent, mischievous smile.

"Crap..."

Too embarrassed to look away, you apologized with your eyes. Gavin accepted that apology by biting his lip and chuckling softly when you finally hid your beat red face.

"Uh huh, that's what you get for spying on people. If you wanted to look, y/n -hey...look at me for real now..."

When you turned, his hand slipped down from his abdomen to the half growing bulge beneath his sweats and squeezed.

"-all you had to do was ask."

"Gav-"

"Come over here," he beckoned with a now outreached hand. "-take a break. You look like you could use one. I sure as hell could."

#spicy gavin #mlqc gavin #birbcop #gavin x reader #mlqc #mr love queen's choice #drabble #pumpkin writes

17 notes · View notes

ontowanderlust · 2 years

Note

home + fluff + victor 🥺

Home., n.

It hasn't been that long since they started living together, has it?

Even before then, he knew she had been slowly been integrating herself in his life- be it through meetings, through their bantering, and even navigating through the whole Evol mess.

Slowly, slowly until the next thing he knew, he's been seeing her outside work, outside meetings until eventually she started coming around his house.

This outcome would eventually come, right? It only made sense so.

And yet, seeing her so blissfully unaware- at peace while she snuggled onto his pillow still gives his heart a skip.

How is it she had became the most important thing in his life? Scoffing lightheartedly, he stoop down and gave her a featherly light kiss on her forehead.

He really became a softhearted mess when it came to her, didn't he?

Oh well.

It's been a while since I last wrote for Victor huh?

I would also like to thank people who followed me for mlqc for putting up with my SVT shenanigans. I know most of you cannot understand the smaus I keep posting so I wanna thank you guys for your patience. (❁´◡`❁)

MLQC Dictionary; Masterlist

#mlqc #mlqc dictionary #mlqc victor #mlqc victor x reader #mlqc li zeyan #mr. love queen's choice #mr love queen's choice #koi to producer #love x evol #evol x love

57 notes · View notes

deathssunshine · 2 years

Text

Comforting Victor.

🍮 protect this man at all costs 🍮

Warnings: not really anything (I hope🗿) I've seen people put warnings for pet names before so: darling and baby both used once.

Genre: comfort

Word count: 645 words

Game: Mr love queen choice

Pairing: Victor X female reader

Notes: help

Description: Victor has a nightmare where he pushes you away with his harsh words when he didn't mean too.

_________________________________

Don't go

_________________________________

Everyone has nightmares, even Victor. Where as others would dream of monsters. He would fear losing you because of something that he knows he would never do but fears it still.

"You really think this is good? You really think this is going to cut it Y/N?" Victor shot a glance at her.

He picked up her report and looked at the charts on his laptop before standing up and walking to her. "This is crap! I can't believe I invested in an idiot. Even worse living with one. You've disappointed me Y/n. You really have" He towered over her as he said this.

He doesn't know what came over him. Why he was saying these harsh things. It started to suffocate him. He doesn't want to speak to you like this. He doesn't want to hurt you. He doesn't want you to cry. He wants to tell you how to improve. He wants to be nicer. He wants to show you his love for you. "Can't you be nicer?" He heard her voice quiver and she said that.

His heart shattered hearing this knowing what he has done. And with that she turned around and raced out crying. She didn't care if it put her job on the line, or if LFG wouldn't fund them anymore, she had built a good reputation for the show already. She was sure there were plenty of investors already out there who were willing to invest. He tried to chase after her but he couldn't move, he couldn't say anything.

It went pitch black. And suddenly he was in front of their house that they shared. He couldn't connect the dots that it was a nightmare at all. He ran inside looking for you, calling for you, worrying about you. He noticed your things around the house slowly started to fade away. As he opened the bedroom door there was a note on the bed.

"to Mr Li,

I'm sorry but I have to leave you. I will also be finding another investor who is nicer and will help me achieve my goals. I should've gone to Lucien and dated him instead of you. Goodbye victor.

-(Y/N)"

He had done it. He drove you away. He doesn't blame you. It was his fault. Everything started to spin as he dropped to his knees. Flashing memories of every time you smiled or laugh. How you would be kind to him. He didn't deserve you being kind to him at all. Darkness surrounded him as he looked up he saw you clinging to Lucien being lovey Dovey with him. How he treated you better. The suffocating feeling returned.

Then he woke up gasping for air. Drenched in sweat. The warm light of the lamp on his lover's side lit up. He looked in that direction. "Victor? What's wrong?" She reached out to him and put her cool hand on his warm cheek.

He couldn't help but cry. "Don't go .. don't leave me.." within seconds he had attached himself to her cold body compared to his warm one. She held him and stroked his back in a comforting manner. "It's alright darling..." She held him close as he cried.

She was right. It's alright because she is there. "I'm sorry.. I'm so sorry!" To lose you in any way is his worst fear.

He loves you so much.

You knew he had difficulties with apologising. So whatever happened in his dream must of been horrible. You pressed a firm but loving kiss on his forehead and moved away his sweaty hair to kiss it more and all over his face. "It's okay baby.." you kept him close to you.

"I'll never leave you. I love you" That was all he needed to hear to reassure him.

She gently kissed his lips as he kissed back. "I love you too..."

#mlqc #mlqc victor #mr love queen choice #mr love queen choice victor #mr love victor #victor x reader mlqc #x reader #victor li #victor mlqc fan fiction #fan fic

69 notes · View notes

thelaughtercafe · 2 months

Text

Mr. Love Ler Headcanons

Tea Type: Brown Sugar Boba

Potential Triggers:

Pairing: Kiro/F! Reader, Lucien/F! Reader, Victor/F! Reader, Gavin/F! Reader, Shaw/F! Reader

Length: 1.4l+

Summary: N/A

Kiro:

Omg Kiro as a ler is super playful and energetic.

Likes to use his hands the most! Feels it’s the most intimate.

Does NOT shut up.

Has known he was a Ler since childhood actually, unlike the others so he’s the most experienced with terms, tools and wrecking you.

He sees it as a super fun way to break the touch barrier and also help lift moods or break a silence so he will just lunge at you out of nowhere while you’re chilling with him and just go to town.

“Aw c’mon cutie you can take a little more cantcha? Look at that beaming smile!

King of teasing holy fuck he will make you red.

Partial to coochie coos and tickle tickles to fill any moments of his own silence.

Lives to see you afterwards, pink, discombobulated and pouting which leads to a quick scribble at your ribs to make you giggle again.

“You know you love me~”

Cheeky little shit.

Lucien:

OMG HE’S SO MEAN DON’T LET HIM FIND OUT YOUR TICKLISH PLEASE GOD-

He’s a man of science and you know what that means.

Tickle experiments. All the time.

And if he knows you like it? He won’t stop.

And believe me…he’ll know.

You won’t need to say a word.

He’ll notice the way you arch into his touch, or the way you look away and blush when he makes an analogy about having a tickle in his throat and that’s all he needs to get curious enough to generate a hypothesis.

Once he tests it and just out of the blue while asking rapidfire questions under the guise of a game blurts it out in the same monotone voice as always.

“So I take it you like being tickled hm?”

“Yeah of course I-”

He wished he had a camera to record the way your face had froze as you realized what had just come out of your mouth before you rushed to backpedal.

“I-I mean-no I just-I th-thought you asked something el-”

Too late for that.

He had already cornered you against the nearest wall and begun skating his fingernails under your shirt over your bare sides with a calm smile.

“There’s no need to tell fibs now. I can see from how red you are that you like this whether you attempt to deceive me or not.”

He merely laughed as you groaned in embarrassment and hid your burning face in his lab coat.

From then on, lots of experiments. He is a neurologist after all. What better way to test how laughter affects brain chemistry?

Victor:

Opposite to Kiro; he’s cold and doesn’t open his mouth much besides to offer the occasional playfully degrading comment.

“Ah, so this is your real laugh hm? Quite loud. I should be the only one to hear it.”

He’s much more focused on your laughter and flustered reaction as well as what makes you give him the best reactions.

Always evolving his tickling style. Kind of experimental like Lucien but more spur of the moment and doing it to mess with you.

Quick, nimble, long fingers.

How else do you think he writes and types so fast as a CEO?

Uses his big hands to wrap around you and can tickle both your ribs and back at the same time.

Finds a sadistic satisfaction in the way you jerk and let out a strangled sound of gaped laughter when he does it for the first time, eyes comically wide before you attempt to beg.

Punishes you when you make him worry and when you go MIA in particular.

Does it out of nowhere too, to catch you off guard.

…Absolutely once called you to his office just to wreck you until you were in tears.

Goldman got some ideas after that day the poor secretary-

Gavin:

High school friend already knew you were ticklish, despite never having done it to you himself until now.

He’s too shy for that now, c’mon.

The sweet ler who’ll hesitate even when he’s got you pinned, his hands hovering over your skin after a playfight.

“J-Just call my name if you need me to stop okay?”

His softness is the last thing on your mind as he then roughly digs his fingers into your hipbones.

When you burst into giggles, the smallest of smiles twitches onto his lips as he relishes in the sound of your laughter.

Teases tentatively since he’s worried about pushing you too far.

More innocent comments and him blurting out his thoughts that have the added bonus of flustering you to Hell and back.

“Heh…your laugh hasn’t changed a bit.”

“Man, look how red you’ve gotten.”

Will turn red himself when he goes to pull away, worried you’re not getting enough oxygen and you pull his hand back towards your body with a pout.

Lets out the purest laugh when it clicks and turns a bit more teasy in reaction.

“Oh? You don’t want me to stop do you?”

*SPOILER CHARACTERS BELOW THE CUT*

Helios:

Hi.

Remember how I said Kiro was a master ler?

Take that; multiply it by 500 and you’ve got Helios.

Fuck playful tickling.

This man?

Gonna torture you.

Kiro was very careful to never use his Evol on you, even if you said you didn’t mind or even wanted him to.

Helios has no such qualms and relishes in the lack of control he can force on you.

It’s a reminder to him both that he’s powerful and you’re safe not that he’ll ever admit as much.

Degrades just a tad when he lers.

Makes fun of you for liking it

🥺

“Oh? What a naughty little tickle slut I’ve come across. Look at you barely struggling against me.”

Leans forward to hiss into your ear and you feel his teeth drag there.

“Now if you don’t want me to stop…”

“Beg for it.”

Shaw:

The type to pretend he’d rather be literally anywhere else. Like he’s not the one torturing you and it’s this huge inconvenience as you lose it in his arms.

“Damn your laugh is so squeaky. Ha! Did you just snort?”

Try to quiet yourself and he’ll either pout or threaten as his

“Did I say to stop?”

Omg absolutely the type to let you get away just to drag you back to him!!

Doesn’t show it outwardly but freaking loves the chase and struggle under that tsundere ass façade.

Possessive of his Lee.

He wants to be the only one to tickle them.

Especially in front of a certain brother

Generally enjoys tickling you in front of others despite his possessive nature since he views it as a declaration.

Any of his band members from Loud House try joining in he will 1000% put you down to wreck them till they cry.

“Oh you wanted to join in? Why didn’t you just say so?”

Oh shit wait that’s not playfulness that’s aggression in his tone run little drummer boy run!!

Absolutely no mercy. Follows through on making them cry and taunts them mercilessly about it. Never lets them live it down and threatens them with it again if he gets jealous.

…no-one’s stupid enough to try again after that.

Ares:

Once Lucien drops the mask?

Much like Helios he’s worse.

The only difference? His was done for manipulation against you rather than to protect you and he’s got even less qualms about using it to mess with you.

He already did it as Lucien of course but as Ares?

He’s so much crueler, and he’s not afraid to manhandle you either.

Even if he wants to safeguard you, it doesn’t mean he can’t have some fun with you too.

And maybe he misses your smile and laughter around him.

Not that he’d ever tell you as much.

He never got to show his annoyance as Lucien and as Ares he still mostly doesn’t.

Until he does.

You make one too many passive aggressive comments, roll your eyes one too many times and suddenly he’s got you pinned by your neck against the wall, grin more feral than you’d ever seen it with a glint in his eyes that makes your blood turn to ice.

He clicks his tongue at you.

“Tsk tsk tsk…not a very smart girl now are we?”

His voice is little more than a hiss.

“This has been a long time coming. I hope you’re ready to be punished. Thoroughly.”

He leans forward to purr all too sweetly into your ear.

“And I have just the method. Be a good girl and behave for me won’t you? I’d hate to have to gag you.”

His tone was so full of relish you know if you so much as try it he’ll follow through.

#tlc: brown sugar boba #tlc: tickle headcanons #mr. love tickle headcanons #mr love tickle headcanons #mr love tickles #lucien x reader #kiro x reader #gavin x reader #victor x reader #helios x reader #ares x reader #shaw x reader #female reader #mr love: queen's choice

6 notes · View notes

night-chant · 2 years

Text

MLQC Scenario - Hidden Talent

If I miraculously and accurately linked your actual hobby with your favourite dude, how??--- I-I mean, yes it was on purpose of course! (I didn’t even get mine right XD)

Featuring: MLQC Guys + reader

Synopsis: You have a great passion for your favourite pastime, but for some reason, you’re too shy to let anyone know about it but then he finds out on his own.

Warning: Fluff (except Victor’s??)

---------------------------------------------------------------------------

Victor:

Creative writing

Sometimes poetry but often, creative writing since you loved spending time working on your historical romance novel. You never showed it to anyone, in fear that it would be ridiculed for any cliché use that you cherished.

At first, Victor assumed you were just writing a report on your laptop but sometimes, your eyes would light up as you eagerly typed out multiple sentences.

Did you find your report on Miracle Finder’s plummeting ratings that entertaining to analyze?

“How’s the progress?” he asked from behind and you hastily flipped the computer shut.

“Okay, I guess.” The light in your eyes instantly vanished.

Huh. He should’ve known. “The deadline is in two days. Did I give you too much time to spare?” When you didn’t answer, he went on: “What are you writing?”

“You’re going to say it’s stupid.”

“If you expect me to say that everytime a dummy does something, I’d lose my voice already. I only say if it is truly disastrous. Let’s see it.”

You reluctantly handed the laptop over. You started a couple of pages on chapter 18, but you expected he’d glance at the first few lines and turn back to you. Instead, he took a few minutes, perusing with a blank scowl.

Any hope shattered when he started pointing out all the grammatical errors and that the plot so far isn’t logical. Your face felt hot. He was treating even your story as a report.

“The girl should’ve told him the truth in the very beginning,” Victor said, “so none of this mess would happen.”

Your blood was boiling. What, now he’s the CEO of some publishing company?? “Yeah, well, maybe he’d just call her a dummy and dismiss what she says like he always does!”

. . .

Victor would turn and leave with your laptop. Starting from page one, he would read each dialogue and analyze the characters more carefully.

You two will not end up like that couple. Not if he could help it.

Lucien:

Painting

You enjoy nature, especially animals and landscapes.

Sometimes, Lucien and you took a stroll around the forest by the Loveland University so you could get some real-life references.

No matter how vibrant the pigments were, they never drew Lucien’s attention away from you and your concentrated scowl and the slight peek of your tongue as you carefully painted an arc for the branch of a willow tree.

“They don’t look right,” you mumbled, breaking his trance. “But I’m not sure why.”

“Your hand is shaking,” he said, reaching out. “Here, I’ll hold it still for you.”

Maybe it’s because you were embarrassed that you didn’t realize the issue before or maybe because he was leaning very close, but your hands were shaking even more.

However, with gentle guidance, the branches you drew together were natural and lovely, interlaced with one another just like your hands.

Kiro:

Dancing ft. singing

If the rhythm is inspiring or if it’s just your favourite song, you’d probably be in an imaginary music video in the next moment. (Of course, when you were alone.)

Back to reality, it was Kiro who dances but he usually sings more in his performances in concerts.

He didn’t expect you to be a dancer too.

Kiro came home earlier than usual one day. Savin had let him go ONLY because he wasn’t acting too rebellious that day.

Before Kiro even opens the front door, he heard blaring music, almost reverberating off the wall.

His approaching footsteps were completely muted and a familiar voice was singing both parts of a duet song. Then after, an eerily familiar song . . .

You didn’t notice him as you were dancing away to his latest single.

But when you do, all you wanted was to hide in a closet.

But he thought Miss Chips was adorable and gushed about your accurate choreography.

You both probably ended up dancing to Kpop or Disney songs.

Gavin:

Knitting and needlework

Your mother taught you the basics, but you loved the activity so much that you made your own small, simple projects.

Sometimes, Gavin returns from missions with torn clothes and you were always willing to sew them up again if possible.

He finds your talent in knitting very intriguing, how your fingers and yarn and needles danced around one and another like hummingbirds.

Subconsciously, he thinks about the future, when you two would be older and when you would be making knitted garments for your two’s grandchildren.

Wait what do you do with all the clothes you knit now?

One day, he informed you that he would be away for a long mission.

You were bummed. “You have to return on the 20th or earlier! Or else I won’t stop knitting this very scarf until you do!”

When Gavin got back, he noticed that the scarf was pretty long.

“You did take breaks, did you?” he asked, holding your hands as he examined them.

You rolled your eyes when he took your joke to heart and so literally.

You wrap the long scarf around him (maybe a couple times keep it clear from the ground, even considering his height).

Good thing the scarf was big enough to cover part of his face because his ears and cheeks grew pink from your gentle gesture.

He untangled the scarf just enough to loop it around you too, narrowing the distance between you two until you were against his chest.

“Thank you.”

He liked to wear it during autumn and winter ever since.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------

I’m writing this as I wait for a game to download reeee

Masterlist

149 notes · View notes